Peter hummed audibly at the pleasant memory of his Dad, and ouch, he missed him already. How long had he been here now? Where was here? How long would he be alone, without his Dad, without the feeling of home and safe and warm.
Peter needed to think, needed to take note of anything and everything he could. He was a Stark and he could get out of this if he just used his head.
Or…
Peter is kidnapped and Tony just wants, no, needs, to find his kid.
